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Some days Clary wondered if she was rotten to her core. Had Valentine poisoned her like her brother had been poisoned? Destroyed until there was not a decent soul left inside? Her mother seemed to think her brother could not be any good and some days Clary wondered what would have happened if the roles were reversed.
Her mother would not have loved her. Her mother would have tried to kill her, too.
How was a child supposed to live with this knowledge? How was she meant to be okay now?
It killed Clary. Not just Jonathan died that day.